Page 252 of Misrule
“Yes, ma’am?” Grant said when he walked up to Roxy.
“Come here, sugar,” she said, guiding Grant to stand next to Knox. “I don’t ever intend to take the place of your mama,” she started, “but I want you to know the ring your Daddy is putting on my finger means the three of us are family. You can come to me with anything, at any time, and I’ll be right there for you. I will love and cherish you as if you were my own son and help you to keep your mama’s memory alive.”
A tear slid down Grant’s cheek, and he nodded, sniffling. Roxanne swiped it away, then kissed the top of his head. “Stand next to your Uncle Cam while me and your daddy finish our vows.”
He started to follow her directions, then stopped and hugged her. “I love you, Roxy.”
“And I love you, Grant,” she whispered back.
“I love both of you,” Knox said gruffly. He looked at the priest. “Bind me to the woman, man, because this is the beginning of the rest of my life.”
Epilogue
One Month Later…
Wearing thigh high boots to protect her skin from the hot pipes and exposed metal of Knox’s new, custom-made motorcycle, Roxy wore a short, leather skirt. She held onto Knox as he leaned into a curve in the road with ease. It had been a hard-won victory to get her interfering-ass son-in-law off her back, so she could hop on the back of Knox’s bike. For a solid week, Mortician demanded Knox ride with a passenger wherever he went.
Although it annoyed Knox, he understood Mortician’s concern. Instead of arguing, Knox complied.
He pulled into a clearing and rode behind a copse of trees.
Pushing the kickstand down and planting his booted feet firmly on the ground, Knox killed the engine, removed his helmet, and hung it on one of the two hooks, that he paid to have installed on each side of the handlebars. The boys refused to disgrace a bike in such a manner, and Knox insisted on the convenience of the hooks.
Without prompting from him, Roxy got to her feet, removed her own helmet, and hung it on the other hook, then she turned to him and met his gaze.
She smiled. “Mr. Harrington,” she murmured.
Grinning, Knox raised her left hand to his lips and kissed her ring finger. “Mrs. Harrington.”
Her pink princess cut diamond on the engagement ring Knox had bought specifically for her sparkled, seeming to reflect how she felt and what her life had become—a warm, bright place gleaming with love and laughter. She and her son had made up. She had a child in her life again that she was partly responsible for. Bailey would give her another grandchild soon. Harley and Lou were two of the most beautiful kids in the world. Her mother and Hamish were still going strong, and Carissa and Alexia were now both in relationships.
Outlaw, Meggie, and their kids were once again the rollicking bunch that brought joy to her heart. Johnnie and Kendall both had a long road ahead of them, but they were working on themselves individually, as parents, and as a couple. Bunny and Ophelia were both pregnant again. Val had brought a pot-bellied pig home and, somehow, got Zoann to agree to keep it as a pet. Diesel had gone off to college, while Cam and Jordan were also increasing their family by adopting newborn twins.
Knox placed his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “The guys told me there’s nothing in the world like bike sex.”
Roxy brushed his lips with her own, then slipped her tongue into his mouth to deepen it. She didn’t want to answer that.
Besides, he was right. The naughty thought made her giggle.
“You have the most joyous laughter, Roxanne,” he told her, sliding backward to give her room to climb in front of him.
She settled her legs on each side of Knox and leaned back against the handlebars. “Thank you. Guess what Idon’thave?”
Knox lifted a brow. “What might that be?”
“Panties on,” she cooed, sliding her skirt up partially.
“Fuck! For real?”
She blinked at how like Outlaw Knox sounded, and burst into laughter.
“What can I say? The man grows on you,” he said, knowing what she found so funny without her saying it.”
“I told you those boys were good people.”
“They are, and I’m lucky to know them.” He snapped his finger as if a thought had just occurred to him. “That reminds me. I have something to show you.”
He removed a sheet of paper from the inside of his leather jacket pocket, then held it out to her. When Roxy opened it, she saw measurements for a plot of land.
